James was well and truly fucked. He had absolutely no idea how any of this had happened and it was messing with him big time. James hated not knowing things and especially things about himself.

Why? Well, it all started a few weeks ago during a Quidditch game (Gryffindor versus Slytherin). James had been dazing, staring at Lily Evans and enamoured by her usual remarks to his love-sick gaze. Like always.

Anyway, then, Regulus Black had swooped in right past him, a hair away from his own body, racing to catch the snitch for the Slytherin team. James had muttered something about personal space under his breath and the younger Slytherin had the audacity to snark back to him. James.

But that wasn't the worst part. Regulus had snapped back at him in his usual cold voice, in French. And, oh, how was James not meant to become a puddle right then? He'd heard Sirius speak (mostly to Remus) in French a million times but Regulus made something warm bubble up in James's chest.

Ever since then, James hadn't been able to get his attention away from his bestfriend's younger brother. It was completely and utterly stupid because Sirius would kill him and Regulus was a Slytherin. James tried to ignore it at first, relentlessly flirting and asking Lily out. But his heart won, like always.

Now it was the middle of the night and James should definitely be sleeping. But he'd always been a bit of an insomniac. So, like he usually did, James checked the map. Only to see Regulus's name in the library.

James had tried to just put the map down and go to sleep until his curiosity won over. Now, James was sneaking under the invisibility cloak and had stopped a few feet from Regulus's silhouetted figure. Damn it, be a Gryffindor, Potter. James mentally berated himself before he took off his cloak and spoke up. "Bit late to read, huh, Reggie?"